#claden

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suffer-buddy snippet: 

she tries to take lexa’s coat with her when she leaves.  she sneaks into her room, where he will not go, and takes it from her wardrobe.

he wouldn’t wear it, he has his own, but that doesn’t mean she gets to have it.

“give it back,” he says, and there is something in him that delights at how her eyes widen at his tone.

as if she thought she could get away with it. as if he doesn’t have handfuls upon handfuls of servants and guards at his disposal. as if his eyes and ears are not aware of everything going on in every nook and cranny of his tower. as if she could just walk into lexa’s room, take her things, and he’d not know about it.

“aden,” as if she has the right, as if lexa isn’t dead because of her.

“give it to me, or i’ll take it. it’s up to you.”

the spring sun is a wane weak light shining down through the clouds that offers no light at all, no warmth. he wonders if he’ll ever feel warm again, or if the chill is just another one of those things he’ll have to bring himself to grow accustomed to. the shoulder guard, not hers, not yet, but rather a temporary one fit to his own slim shoulders, is a heavy dragging weight on his left side. the sash is a bright red beacon. the people of polis are watching them, watching their hushed desperate bickering; all he wants to do is retreat back indoors away from their sight. away from their pity.

“give me the coat, clarke.”

lexa is lamenting in the back of his mind, in the pit of his stomach, to just let her keep it. she drowns him in pity, in empathy. in compassion.

she might be in his head, but she doesn’t control him. his anger, his righteousness, his -perhaps- pettiness, win out.

in the end, he has to wrench it from her grip. n the end,  he turns away with it cradled to his chest before he catches sight of her crying. before she catches him crying.

“aden, please.” she calls to him, breaking decorum, always always breaking the rules. there is blood in his mouth. he will not cry. he will not give it back. lexa was his. the coat is his. she doesn’t get to take this from him too.

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my suffer-buddy children, whom i love

when she bows before him and vows to get her people back under control before it escalates into more war, he doesn’t look at her. he bites at the insides of his cheeks and fists his hands white knuckled on the arms of lexa’s throne. no. his throne. he is heda now.

it is skaikru’s fault that so many have died, their fault that lexa is little more than ash and memory in the minds of his people. he itches to rally his armies and wipe them from the earth. but he made a promise. he swore to it.

“see that it is done, clarke.”

she must see something in him, in that moment, because her mouth gapes like that of a fish thrown to land, her voice catches, cracks. he tells himself that it is just the sun streaming in from behind him that brings tears to well up in the corners of her eyes.

he doesn’t know what she sees. he doesn’t care.

he is so very tired.

[princington]

Oh my god im so weak. Claden piggyback rides ;__; bby heda aden all exhausted and worn out and drooling on clarkes shoulder. And then tol heda aden with clarke sitting on his shoulders while they get into shenanigans. Sjbcjdb my precious cutes.

y e s. wha t a good!!! thank u 4 always being the tru mvp co-parent

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okay so legacy!verse claden where during the first six months of being Heda, aden literally fucking hates clarke’s guts (along with lexa’s guts, and titus’ guts) but at the same time theyre suffer-buddies and sometimes hang out to cry together. 

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why do they have to have sex and romantic feelings at all though, like where does that even come from? i feel like clarke would be like a big sister to aden more than anything. aden might have a crush on her when he's going through puberty or something but then he'd feel weird about it and never think about it again but i don't feel like clarke could /ever/ look at aden that way

because it’s my au of an au and im gonna do what floats my boat? 

(in other news family dynamics in correlation with politics have never really worked out in this show? even the pseudo-dynamics re: lexa&gustus or lexa&titus?)

also if aden is Heda and clarke is flamekeeper, and therefore, politically, his subject, then a big sister/little brother dynamic would throw such a spanner into things? maybe early on, when aden was still little bby heda, clarke would have been a protective older sibling figure, but i feel like that would have tapered off into like. equally protective besties territory. 

(i feel like between their professional roles, and a pseudo-sibling vibe, it would make for really weird power dynamics?)

like homie if you wanna do an au of an au then you do you but like…if it doesn’t float your boat then you can totes unfollow me. no hard feelings. 

[vigilantepearce]

Clara is gone out to run errands, leaving Aiden and their daughter at home. She returns to discover that little Lena has convinced Aiden to dress up in Mommy's clothes, and sneaks a picture before teasing Aiden until his face can't turn any redder.

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"You've been a bad boy."

"Have I now?" He bit his lip, looking over her, and grinned.